So we got this new lens – a prime lens, it’s called. Which works differently than our other lenses. There’s no zoom, for one thing, and you have to focus it yourself? I think? Anyway, it’s hard to get used to.

So anyway, I was futzing around with the camera during R’s nap. Pax was up (they are on opposite schedules, GROAN) and had climbed up on the step-stool so he could stand at the counter and play with whatever.

So Pax grabbed a spoon and would stir it, taste it, then shriek. Then stir, taste, shriek. And the kid continued to play like this for roughly 20 minutes straight as I snapped a few pics.

Then things started to get ugly.

He finally realized that mugs have a pour feature.

And this face was when he realized that there was a waterfall of chocolate hitting his little feet:

As I ran around like a maniac and tried to clean up the floor, Pax realized that there was another fun toy left out for him by his idiot mother:

That hand (excuse the blurriness) is covered in unsweetened cocoa powder, people. I had left out the can of cocoa powder.

Sigh.

I wipe him down and change him and run out to quickly find the broom. But the little sucker is fast. This is what I return to:

You lookin’ for this, Mum?

Yes. Yes I was.

Staredown.

He wins.

So I let him play happily (hearing, at one point, a spitty PBBBBBTTTT!!! after he shoved unsweetened cocoa powder into his mouth – live and learn, kid) until he was done playing. And for Pax, done is DONE. He’s really quite clear on this point.

Mike was coming home late – he had a holiday boondogglebusiness meeting that involved cocktails (Oh, the trials of Mr. Important)…so I was seriously tempted to leave this for him:

Pax is starting to look like Raines, but with the ginger hair (just as we predicted). Good luck S, when they get to about 13 years old, you’re gonna be in trouuuuuble with those flirty young girls. I know, I was one of them.

P.S. The third pic might just be the greatest pic of Pax ever to surface. Love it.